breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

5 || cat('s) in the bag

Heh, cute.

A loving grin danced on Kuroo's lips as he eyed your messy desk, his hands gently ghosting over the books and doodles scattered around the wooden surface.

He felt so close to you - unveiling parts of your personality that you hid from him especially. Like your messiness, or the fact that your attention span lasted ten minutes at most, like your notes gave away: the beginning was neat and tidy, but your calligraphy gradually morphed into a mushy lot of nonsensical scribbles towards the end of the page.

Still, Kuroo found it cute. Everything you did was cute. Really, at that point there was nothing much you could do to make him doubt his love for you.

When his hand had finally gone through all of the objects on the desk, Kuroo's eyes fell onto your seat, studying it hungrily. You had sat there today, not too long before he arrived in your class. The light wood was probably still soaked in your essence.

He'd already noticed on the train how your thighs would get all sticky with sweat when in contact with the leather seats, - so you'd have to readjust the short skirt to cover your ass better, the hottest pout on your face as you annoyedly brushed your hands on your damp skin.

And Kuroo was certain there still were some leftover traces of your presence on the chair he stood upon. He nervously looked around the classroom and out the window that overlooked the hallway to make sure no one was around. Once he felt safe enough he got to his knees, a wild smile curling his lips.

The previous anxiety quickly dissolved into excitement, his surroundings all blurring into a confused pattern of fuzzy colors. It was just him and your chair.

Just me and you.

He brought his head closer to the seat, the tip of his nose brushing against its wooden surface as he breathed in your scent. It was sweet, cozy. It had the comfort of a home to it - the guarantee of having a lap to rest in after a tiring day, a love nest where Kuroo could let himself go to the gentle touch of your fingers stroking his dark locks.

Closing his eyes to imagine you cradling him, he planted short but soft kisses on the seat, making sure to map all along his love trail with saliva, while his hands brushed your hypothetical thighs. He smiled against the wood, enjoying the feeling of your embrace.

And yet he was still well aware that you weren't really there at that moment - or that you probably didn't even know about his existence. And it excruciated him. He loved you, there was no doubt in that, but still, he couldn't help but hate your obliviousness.

Kuroo wanted you, so desperately. It was a craving for your attention, touch, your body. He wanted to be trapped in your needy grip, your naked limbs clinging onto his figure to seek a deeper connection, shameless moans slipping past your lips and reverberating in his ears. He wanted to take care of your frail frame shaking underneath his weight, whimpering and panting in pleasure as he explored and bribed your weak spots.

He wanted you: no other expression summed Kuroo's feelings towards you better. Because whatever it was that had to do with you, he was hungry for it - hungry for you.

Suddenly he snapped out of his daze and forced himself off your chair, remembering what he'd come there to do in the first place. Fifteen minutes had already passed on the clock, so soon you would be back from P.E. class, plus Kuroo's teacher would get suspicious with the long 'bathroom break' the boy had excused himself to take.

Following the original plan, he grabbed your bag and in one swift motion took off the little cat charm you had on the zip's puller.  Kuroo turned the white stylized key holder in his hand a few times, a smile plastered on his lips as he took a better look at it - he wondered if it held any emotional value, or if you'd just hung it and totally forgotten about it. Either way, he was holding something yours, and it made him quiver in giddiness.